We passed his place this morning and wondered how he could raise such enormous melons." "'Normous! Brayley's!" "I'm sure they are finer than these," said Beth.
"Well, I'll be jiggered!" Peggy's eyes stared as they had never stared before.

"Dan Brayley, he's a miser'ble ol' skinflint.

Thet man couldn't raise decent mellings ef he tried." "What do you charge for melons, Mr.McNutt ?" inquired Louise.
"Charge?
Why--er--fifty cents a piece is my price to nabobs; an' dirt cheap at that!" "That is too much," declared Patsy.

"Mr.Brayley says he will sell his melons for fifteen cents each." "Him! Fifteen cents!" gasped Peggy, greatly disappointed.

"Say, Brayley's a disturbin' element in these parts.